O'er sacred Ikshumatí[344] came,
Their ancient kings' ancestral claim.
They saw the learned Bráhmans stand,
Each drinking from his hollowed hand,
And through Báhíka[345] journeying still
They reached at length Sudáman's hill:
There Vishṇu's footstep turned to see,
Vipáśá[346] viewed, and Śálmalí,
And many a lake and river met,
Tank, pool, and pond, and rivulet.